Chapter 100

He wished he didn't pass over his roommates' important details.

"Artemis isn't 5 feet 5. She's 5 feet 7. Your facts are all doctored. You're wrong!"

The jury gasped. The prosecutor sneered.

"That is incredibly weird and immaterial."

"She said so. And_" He wanted to break out of his chair. But he held back angrily.

"Mister Anderson, can you wait till it's your turn to get an appeal?" The judge said.

He tempered.

...

Maks was held in custody, he didn't know how long this trial would take, and he couldn't leave the house without people assailing him with insults and curses. It did not hurt as much as not being able to walk but it did make him anxious.

The prosecutor stood before the judge once more. The jury muttered.

"Your honor..." He began.

"Proceed."

"We found physical evidence of the suspect's behavioral pattern." He glared at Maks like he had the key to his destiny at the moment and he was not getting it back. "He's a habitual smoker. He uses a good deal of narcotics and his
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